In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

reaches in and takes out a

in his chest, way

and that entails a number

simply says while opening the lid of the small

widen and mouth drops open as I glance from him

of me to wear a ring but it still takes me be

my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not have noticed

I glance at him

the way he pronounced

to a country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent but not enough time that it actually interlaces

on this? Damien probably just went on vacation

seem to be the type to go on vacations and

into his work and other activities to

beautiful.But I cant accept it

I find myself saying.

is absolutely

about rings but I can tell

stones,that surround the main one- the band is either white gold

have no clue except that it's

very attention

"Why not?"

he looks thoroughly

my lip before answering; "It's too much.I can't accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You should give this to the girl you're actually

to clarify, seeing his confusing

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

and shake my

will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth, unsure

turn to be confused as I look

"Protect me, from what?"

important without making a few

will protect you when I am not there to do so.So you have to wear this understand?

serious then he usually is, if that's

as if to make sure I'll oblige Damien gently grabs my hand, holding it firmly in his, and all

and my face flushes at the intimacy of the

an intimate gesture had this not been due to a

befogged mind? We

as he now talks to a flustered looking

at the ring that is now mine,

is indeed heavy as

door shutting closed, signalling that Max has left,

where we

as he walks towards

more than as if

says perplexed, wondering as if how on

his desk, passing him I

an unamused look but he

and so that makes me spin in it